Chapter 1,617 How to Escape

Gong Yi took a pill and chewed it slowly. The pill was sour and sweet, just like the medicinal candies he had eaten when he was a child. He seemed to hear the shouts of the candy sellers back then, "Selling medicinal candies, oranges, bananas, rendan, Carrots, green fruits, and pears can relieve heat. Eat a piece of candy to relieve sorrow and relieve boredom. A piece of it has a taste..."

At that time, he was still living in Kyoto. The small businessmen who walked the streets of old Beijing were the best at shouting. Their voices were clear and had a long aftertaste, just like singing opera. They could be heard from a long distance. His favorite was the vendor selling medicinal candies. .

The colorful medicinal candies are packed in clean large glass bottles. The candy vendor is neatly dressed and has a nice smile. He is very patient with children and is willing to change the flavor. At that time, as long as he heard the shouting, he would scream. The nanny who grew up with him went to buy candies and bought dozens of them to distribute to the children at home. He didn't like the food himself, he just liked the excitement of sharing the candies.

Gong Yi felt a pain in his heart when he thought of Brother Nai. Brother Nai also had the surname Gong and was called Gong Mumu. Because he was dull, he simply called him Mu Mu.

Gong Mumu is about the same age as him. His father is his father's long-term attendant, and his mother is his mother's personal maid. Later, she also became his wet nurse. They probably drank the same milk, and they grew up together, eating and sleeping together. They were all on the same bed. Gong Mumu and he looked somewhat similar, but they were not very smart, but Gong Mumu was loyal to him.

He owed the wood!

Gong Yi slowly chewed the pills, and the past events appeared in his mind one by one. There were even many details that he had almost forgotten, as well as the voices and smiles of old friends or enemies. They were all in his mind, even the hair was clear.

He must be really about to die. I heard that when people are about to die, they always recall old things that have been forgotten for a long time, just like he is now.

After chewing a pill, Gong Yi took a sip of water and smiled at Ye Qingqing: "It tastes very good. Did you make it?"

Ye Qingqing nodded, "Yes, this can whet your appetite. You will feel hungry after half an hour. You can drink more black fish soup and eat less and more meals. It is good for your body."

Gong Yi chuckled lightly, not believing Ye Qingqing's words too much. He hadn't felt hungry for a long time. He relied on nutritional injections to stay alive. How could a small pill have such a big effect? ​​This little girl was too confident. Some more!

Ye Qingqing packed up her tools. Gong Yi was in good spirits. She couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Mr. Gong, please forgive me, how did you escape forty-eight years ago?"

Inspector Luo Luo is an old friend of Gong Yi, and he must be familiar with Gong Yi's appearance. Children can find someone to impersonate him, but Gong Yi's substitute is not that easy to find. The enemy's main target is Gong Yi, and it is impossible to find a substitute for him. past.

Ye Qingqing really couldn't understand how Gong Yi escaped that night?

And who was the body that Rollo saw?

Gong Yi didn't say anything, half-closed his eyes, as if thinking about the problem. Ye Qingqing was a little uneasy. She was worried that her presumption would anger the big boss. Judging from Princess Luo's book, this old gentleman had a bad temper. Great.

Lu Mo patted her hand gently and said, "Mr. Gong, do you remember Inspector Luo Luo?"

Gong Yi opened his eyes, and his eyes became sharp again. Lu Mo hurriedly explained: "Inspector Luo Luo has always blamed himself because he failed to investigate the murder of the Gong family forty-eight years ago and his third son was kidnapped. He almost broke up and had to leave Pingjiang with his family, and has been settling in HK ever since, but Inspector Rollo felt regretful until his death and said he was sorry for his old friend."

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